"Mmhm," Benedict intones toward Vega, a bit of anxiety creeping through his annoyance: he hadn't even considered that he might owe her an explanation (or worse, an apology), and now this is happening. Another dark look at Bastien precedes his hesitant alighting on the settee, because to make a fuss at this point would look worse than just enduring it.

But let it be known he's not happy about that.